Thursday, March 6, 2014

A story about the Mustang

I was born in the year of 1995, that was the same year my grandma stopped driving the Mustang. When I was just a few months old she drove her car down to Fortuna from Eureka to my house just to see me, her grandson. When I was around 5 months old she stopped driving the car because she would not see as well anymore,but still wanted to drive to the store! My uncle took the car apart for her safety so she would not drive anymore. It was then parked between the two houses and covered up, but never forgotten.

Every Wednesday I spent the day at her house while my parents were at work, I had toy cars all over the house that I use to play with in front of the TV while she watched soap operas and the 49er's game. She told me everyday that I went to her house, that someday I will be driving her mustang around thinking about her. At the time I had no idea what a Mustang even was! I never seen it before! One day she walked me out between the two houses. "Nicky ive been waiting a long time for you to be old enough to see this" She pulled  off the tarp and reveled the baby blue 1968 mustang. It was under the tarp for 5 years. It brought her to tears to see her car again, because of all the great memory's."Can I get inside?" I said. "Of course! I think their is still a driver seat!" she said. I opened the door to the Mustang and carefully looked inside, there was old car parts that filled the backseat and over flowed onto the passenger side. It smelled musty and rusty and was filled with spiderwebs. I dusted off the black leather seat and sat inside. The steering wheel was above my head and I could barely see over the dash. My grandma stood to the side and watched me smile and have fun pretending to drive her car. 

Ever sense that day I asked my grandma everyday if I could go out and play in the car. Of course she let me, she loved it that I was interested in the car. I sat in that car everyday until I could see over the steering wheel and look down the long hood. A few years later my uncle asked me if I wanted to try starting the car and airing up the tires and giving it a quick wash to get the mold off of it. Of course I said yes! With a little help and a battery the motor fired right up! As my grandma watched, I pulled the car out from between the houses and into the open. I gave her a quick wash and the car looked better then ive ever seen it! i was proud of myself. 

A few years passed and my grandma passed away. Her house sat empty. My uncle still lived next door and the Mustang, once again sat between the two houses. 5 years passed, we still go to the house off and on, expesualy when my aunt comes from Hawaii and stays at the house during the holidays. The summer of 2013 I got more interested in the car. That summer I went to the house and uncovered the Mustang, and started it up. It was a little harder this time sense it wasent started in 6 years. I talked to my auto shop teacher about bringing it in so I could get it running and restore it. He said yes, I brought it in that first week of school.
Follow me on my journey to restore my grandmas 68 Mustang!


  1. This is such a wonderful story! Good luck to getting that Mustang! I.S.

  2. I was happy to see you write about the background of the car. I have always liked mustangs and cant wait to see how it looks when its restored. Good luck mane. C.D.